The dog's name was Blitz, and he belonged to my father before my dad and mom ever met.
Daddy was a Captain in the Marine Corps, and he made sure that Blitz exercised self-discipline and esprit-de-corps as well as any boot camp private you'd ever meet. That egg on the ground was as safe as if it had been in Fort Knox. My DAD was the one behind the camera and he told Blitz, "leave it." That was the end of the discussion. But that didn't mean that it was the end of the TEMPTATION though.
Poor Blitz. It must have been hard being stripped of his rank of "man's best friend" and demoted to "the family dog." Whenever Daddy wasn't around, Blitz became the man of the house, a job which he took on with his entire heart, and a job which frequently put him at odds with the milkman, and the postman, and the preacher... When he bit one of my uncle's friends who had come to play with Bill, that was the end of Blitz's time as our family dog. My dad found a single Marine in his squadron who was willing to take Blitz and give him a good home ... in Okinawa. I know Daddy was sad to see him go.
We owned two other German Shepherds during the time I was growing up - but neither of them came close to Blitz in Daddy's heart. He still mentions Blitzie from time to time - and he always smiles when his name comes up in conversation.
I used a Let's Get Sketchy sketch for this design, which I did for the One Month At A Time, Week 2 Challenge. The challenge specs were : Eggs
Soft & Fluffy
The Flowers : I have this fabric that my sister found at a garage sale. It's nylon/rayon with fibers sewn onto it so that it has a loose "cha-cha-cha" swing to it. I glued that fabric onto some paper to give it some stability. (I used basic Elmer's Glue, nothing fancy.) Then I cut the circles out with my Circles 2 Sizzix Die cut. I crumpled them up (thanks to the paper, the crumpling went just like I hoped). Then glued them together and added a couple of those new Prima Wood Buttons.
The egg paper is old - like last Easter or even the one before, I think. It's Karen Foster, Old Fashioned Eggs